Down in the forest
We'll sing a chorus
One that everybody knows
Hands held higher
We'll be on fire
Singing songs that nobody wrote
Quickly moving towards the storm
Moving forward torn
Into pieces over reasons
Of what these storms are for
I don't understand why everything I adore
Takes a different form when I squint my eyes
Have you ever done that?
When you squint your eyes and your eyelashes make it look a little not fine
And then when just enough light comes from just the right side
And you find: you're not who you supposed to be
This is not what you supposed to see
Please, remember me, I am supposed to be
King of a kingdom
Or swinging on a swing
Something happen to my imagination
This situations becoming dire
My treehouse's on fire
And for some reasons I smell gas on my hands
This is not what I had planned
This is not what I had planned
Down in the forest
We'll sing a chorus
One that everybody knows
Hands held higher
We'll be on fire
Singing songs that nobody wrote
